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Suffering and Joy are same to the Soul

All souls within all beings quietly rejoice in all of life’s movements, i.e. both joy and suffering. Yes. Because it’s simply here within each to experience all things. Like all the rides in amusement parks; some are fun and some are scary, and some are thrilling, all the more they are all used and present in the park. Most end up riding all kinds of rides.

Truth is the soul sees no difference between one’s joy and suffering. It simply observes experiences the magnitude of both without interference, through its presence within the body. We are only the sensor, our soul is the true experiencer and the god the unknown is the ultimate seer or observer and the final experiencer. This is a difficult truth.

This is realized in a moment or few moments because it is temporary and cannot be permanent. But when you are lucky enough to connect with your soul, in that brief moment you will immediately realize both suffering and joy is immaterial. And there is immense gratitude for your mere existence itself. That is a truly profound realization that can only be remembered after but cannot be continually experienced or sustained.

You can through strict meditation, and in extreme states achieve that reconnection and clarity again. This cannot be taught or formulated down. It can be spoken of like this, poorly! It is a self realization that anyone can attain and it is a true state. But our existential reality is the counter weight to this duality of life and understanding perhaps for good practical reasons of life. I have lot more questions too. I know it sounds ridiculous to conclude suffering and joy are same to the soul. But that’s the learning. Be well. 

Virtue of humanity

To sum up a powerful virtue of humanity, if we could let complete strangers know that there is still goodness and kindness in this world through our deeds and way of life, it will rest well on the sands of time.
Pic by Daisy OBryan

Plan to

Dream with Dreamers, Think with Thinkers, Work with Workers, Play with Players, And Lead Like Leaders to make this World a Better Place

Distant Meadow (..Ma)

On the meadows far away
Far from our voices and its sway;
Shadows of joy that creep away
She works relentless much to dismay.
Seeing her cherub grow by the field,
She raises her prince with hopes and dreams
To see him grow she sleeps no more;
By the fields and by the barn
Her cries not heard and tears not seen
She spends her life for his needs.
She smiles with tears to send her son;
Follow his dream in a forgotten world.
Leaving her field and her barn,
He bids her farewell his morning star.
Far from the meadows and its sway
Where he left his mother far away